Waste material cannon fodder, he just wants to survive!

"Ah... It's not that I don't want you." Ran Heming explained frantically.

Em should still be very sensitive and fragile now, blame him for not considering the mood of the other party.

He was worried that Aim would be physically and mentally unhealthy and self-deprecating because he was sold as a slave when he was a child. Perhaps in the original plot, Aim became abnormal in the later stage, which was also related to his childhood experience. He didn’t want such a cute child to grow up with the shadow of his childhood. , that would be too painful.

There are still many beautiful things waiting for him in this world, so he can't trap himself in the scars.

So he squatted down and raised his head, his beautiful eyes were full of seriousness, as if there were stardust dancing, "You know, you don't belong to anyone, you are free, so there is no such thing as whether I want you or not."

No one had ever said such words to Em, and he couldn't understand the meaning of these words well. He only heard the last sentence, which was very important to him.

"Master didn't want me?" Em asked in disbelief, her eyes full of cautious hope.

He is so careful that he is afraid of being abandoned, and he is obviously very scared, but he can only whisper his needs. The spoiled child will cry and complain about your injustice, but Em has learned to swallow his anger through the grinding of life.

"No, my dear, you should call me brother." Ran Heming smiled, "The butler said you can leave the room already, do you want to go down to have lunch with me?"

"Okay, okay." Em put the deed of sale in his sleeve like a treasure, and followed Ran Heming. At this moment, he was very happy in his heart. The master didn't want him, and returned his deed of sale he.

When I went downstairs, the male lead was already sitting at the dining table waiting.

As a knight, Payson is not qualified to sit and eat with his master, but Ran Heming, who is timid and afraid of death and knows the plot, doesn't want the hero to be wronged, so he arranges him to eat at a table with him.

For this reason, the housekeeper persuaded him for a long time, saying that it would not be good for others to know about it, so Ran Heming rolled his eyes, he is different from the old pedant who only has etiquette in his mind, he only has fate in his mind, okay?

No matter what others say, if you don't listen, it's over.

"Master." Payson stood up, glanced past Em who was following behind, and opened the chair for Ran Heming. His movements were clean and neat, like a gentleman.

When Ran Heming sat on the chair, he still didn't feel relieved. Why did he feel that the male lead was so strange, why did he pull a chair so nicely? It made him feel that he was not eating in his own living room, but in some kind of high-end Dining room.

He must be thinking too much, the male lead is just doing superficial tricks, he can't be bewitched by the male lead and lower his vigilance.

"Ann, go and get the side tableware."

"Yes, Master."

An is the housekeeper's name, but he rarely calls it. Ran Heming only remembered that the housekeeper has a name some time ago, so from then on, he didn't call the housekeeper the housekeeper, but directly called him by name.

The three of them finished their lunch in a harmonious atmosphere. After the meal, Ran Heming took Em to the study on the third floor.

After he recovered, he began to prepare for Em's future affairs, such as getting in touch with things about the Illuminati earlier, so that it would be easier for him to become the Son of God in the future.

For example, today he personally took Em into the study room. This study room, which is not allowed to let servants in at will, was opened to a slave by his master himself today.

"Come in, you can just clean this place as usual, and you can read the books here as you like." Ran Heming pointed to the place where the Bible is kept, which he specially prepared for Em.

He is like a beater who painstakingly prepares gifts for his children. He wants to let the other party find out inadvertently, but also wants him to figure out where the gifts are placed.

"what is this?"

Em approached the bookshelf next to Ran Heming, and looked at the book in disbelief, which was exactly the same as the voice described, feeling that the sky was about to collapse.

He raised his head in a daze and asked in a daze: "Master, did you prepare this book for me?"

Ran Heming saw that Aim was so shocked that he almost couldn't say a complete sentence. He didn't think too much, thinking that he was too happy.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, as expected, I was still a child, and I couldn't hide my emotions, and Em was worthy of being the Holy Son of the Illuminati, and his sensitivity to the Holy Book was really strong.

"Yes, do you like it?" Ran Heming asked with some expectation.

Em stared blankly at Ran Heming, his hands were shaking involuntarily, and the familiar voice was next to his ears, affecting his mind like a ghost.

—Do you believe me now?Now it is the holy book, and tomorrow someone from the Illuminati will enter the royal family, and then he will send you to the Illuminati.

Em didn't believe this voice before, but now the master has indeed prepared a holy book for him, maybe what he said is right...

When Em was hesitating, the voice became cheerful, "I won't lie to you, the only one you can trust is me."

Ran Heming waited patiently for Aim's answer. In his eyes, the other party didn't know how to express it because he was too happy.

Em thought maybe he shouldn't believe this voice so easily, but the facts were in front of him, how could he deceive himself again?

"Are you going to send me to the Guangming Cult?" Em was so dazed that even his brother forgot to call.

How could Em know that he would send him to the Guangming Cult? Could it be that he revealed something unintentionally? Ran Heming didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

"Ah... do you want to go?" He paused before answering ambiguously.

"So will you really send me in?!" Em asked aloud.

This answer destroyed all his hopes, and this sentence just confirmed that what the voice said was correct, he would be sold into the Illuminati Cult, and would be used as a sacrifice by those people.

The saddest thing for him is that everything around the master is a lie to him! !

——Look, what I said is true, hee hee, are you sad and angry?Doesn't it feel good to be cheated?

——So it’s not good to become one with me, I will protect you when the time comes.

——I will protect you, and no one will deceive you again.

Em covered her ears and muttered to herself like crazy, her eyes lost focus, "Shut up, shut up, shut up..."

Em's reaction was abnormal, as if trying to drive something away, but there were only the two of them in the study.

Ran Heming, who didn't know anything, was very worried. He approached the other party carefully and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

For a moment, Ran Heming only felt a gust of wind blowing by his ears, and then he was pressed to the ground by Em, and he gasped for breath when his back hit the bookshelf in pain.

The books on the bookshelf were scattered all over the place, making loud noises, but he had no time to pay attention to them at the moment.

Em's appearance was too strange, as if he had suddenly gone crazy, as if he had been stimulated by something, what happened, Ran Heming couldn't find the reason, that's why he was very worried.

The amber eyes that are usually smiling are stained with animal frenzy, but they seem to be suppressing something.

"Em, what the hell..." Ran Heming hadn't finished speaking when he was pinched by a hand that suddenly stretched out. His airway was squeezed so uncomfortable that his face turned red.

"Cough...Em...let go...I'm going to be out of breath..."

The hand holding his neck seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't break it apart. The loss of oxygen caused his eyes to turn black, and the strength of his struggle became weaker and weaker. Finally, Ran Heming had to give up.

Em didn't seem to listen to what he said, and those eyes didn't seem to be looking at him, but looking at someone else through him.

It doesn't matter who it is, the important thing is that he is about to die here! ! !

He's afraid he's really going to die here.

[The author has something to say: Congratulations to Qianmeng Baby for guessing correctly, Em will indeed be blackened, but only a little bit. 】